A male Minotaur

You have always felt the definition of strength. While many of your kind acted as guards to some powerful entity or another, you have set your own path in the word, and have grown strong from it. Living on a remote mountain, your eight foot tall frame was the largest of any creature. Your lower body, resembling a black bull in more ways than one, was covered by a leather loincloth while your muscular human-esc upper body remained uncovered. You

You decided to leave your cave today to harass the nearby village. After you had killed their largest male a few months ago with your trusty wooden club, they no longer resisted you and left a portion of their food and mead to appease you. This was fine by you, less hunting required, though you had to occasionally go and frighten them if the offerings ever dipped. This was simply to keep their fear level in place.

Walking through the trees down the mountain, you had to be careful not to bang your giant horns on a limb. You took pride in your horns, sharpening them as best you can reach every few days. You breath in the fresh mountain air through your bull like nostrils, which are pierced with a large metal loop. As you headed into town, you noticed the small pile of provisions was missing from its normal location by the towns well, and instead was something else.